The green hill is a grave, and the bones have been buried for many years. I don’t know if it was taken by the wolf, and the bones are not complete. Chen Zimo knelt on the ground and put them together piece by piece: "Does my uncle know this corpse?"
Cheng Zhou looked at the pile of bones, his fingertips trembled slightly: "Zimo, you..."
"Cheng Jiayao, the concubine, was dedicated by the Cheng family to the former emperor who traveled to the Suxin Sect in the eighth year of Zhenglong. The following year, he had a son named Cheng Mo. In the eleventh year of Zhenglong, the daughter of the Cheng family was accepted by the Suxin Sect as the heir apparent because of her sacrifices. Disciple; in November of the same year, the first daughter Cheng Jiazhen fell off the cliff of Wangchuan, with no bones left." Chen Zimo took a green cloth from the guards' hands and covered the assembled bones, expressionlessly carrying the Lucheng Mansion behind his back. Records in the Yin Archives.
Cheng Zhou shook his lips and was speechless.
In those days, he had been traveling abroad. He was not very clear, but he also knew that it was Cheng Jiayao who was presented, not Cheng Jiazhen. After the sect was destroyed, he met Cheng Jiazhen in Su Xinzong. When he asked her, she refused to elaborate, but she could guess what happened during this period.
Unexpectedly, the real Cheng Jiayao died under the cliff of Wangchuan.
"When did you... know?" Cheng Zhou asked sternly.
"It's been a long time," Chen Zimo stood up and put the corpse wrapped in a blue cloth into the prepared coffin. "Eight or seven, I can't remember..."
eight years old? Cheng Zhou looked at him in shock, that is to say, when he first taught him martial arts, he already knew it. At that time, Cheng Jiazhen was imprisoned in Ye Ting because of her madness. He couldn't help but take a few steps back. The taciturn and honest child in front of him suddenly changed his appearance. Such forbearance and scheming are truly terrifying.
"When I was young, I always hoped that my mother would treat me better, even if she beat me and scolded me for not feeding me, I don't hate her because she is my mother. But she is not, she killed my real mother. Murderer. The person who won't beat me and scold me, but will give me food and ask me how cold I am, is here." Chen Zimo said in a gloomy tone, and gently stroked the bones in the coffin with a fascination.
Mother, my son is late, let you sleep under the cold cliff for so many years. If you were still alive, you would be like Concubine Chang, who would make clothes for me, pick vegetables for me, rub it when you were injured, and twist your ears mischievously. Even if he gets angry and beats him, he will secretly wipe his tears when he turns his head...
"Uncle, tell me what kind of person my mother is." Chen Zimo looked up at Cheng Zhou.
Cheng Zhou turned his face, was ashamed, and said in silence for a long time: "Jia Yao is very timid and timid. Every year when I go home, she stands at the end."
"Really..." Chen Zimo's eyes were a little red. "When she was pushed off the cliff by her family, how scared and pitiful she would be, has your uncle ever thought about it?"
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"Please, don't kill me, I promise not to tell this... Or, I will leave with Xiao Mo, and the two of us will go somewhere else, incognito, please... woo woo... "
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The spring is cold and the mountain wind is howling. In a trance, a woman's cry echoes in the mountains.
There were five people from Fengling, ten people from the palace guards, and everyone was listening to this family secret history. Cheng Zhou covered his face, feeling as if he had been stripped naked, standing on the street and making people point at him.
Chen Zimo buried his mother beautifully, and dragged Cheng Jiazhen, who was half insane, to sacrifice in blood at the grave, but was snatched by Cheng Zhou.
"When Jia Yao fell off the cliff, it wasn't Jiazhen's hand..."
"It wasn't her hand that moved, it was her wholeheartedly wanting to go to the Suxin Sect and holding the hand of her patriarch father." Chen Zimo held an axe in his hand and stared at Cheng Jiazhen with bloodthirsty eyes.
Cheng Zhou saw that something was wrong, so he had to escape with Cheng Jiazhen. Afterwards, he went to Jiangnan all the way to find his former friends, gather the world's martial arts heroes, and fight Su Xinzong together.
"Master Wuyin is too capable of killing people and the whole family. Such a ruthless person will not commit suicide just because of a few scoldings." Chen Ziqi couldn't help but pouted after coming out of Chaofeng Hall.
"Those sects, who claim to be righteous, naturally have to talk about their face, Cheng Zhou's trick is still somewhat useful." Dan Yi took his hand and walked slowly in the rain porch.
So shameless, what face is there? Chen Ziqi didn't understand very well.
Dan Yi smiled lightly: "The so-called reputation is something they are proud of, that is to say, it is their weakness."
Chen Ziqi understands: "I know this, what he cares about, he will use whatever to blackmail him."
"..." Dan Yi twitched the corners of his mouth, and what he said seemed to be right.
"Ah oh—" On the grass by the stream, several female peacocks were still pacing slowly, but no male peacocks came to open their screens.
"Aren't they married yet?" Chen Ziqi leaned on the railing and looked around curiously, remembering the two male peacocks that day, and turned to ask Dan Yi, "The male bird can still be with the male bird, then you plan to find a male bird. Or a female bird?" When I asked this question, I felt a little uncomfortable. After thinking about it, the little red bird ran away with another bird that didn't know what color it was, so I guess he wouldn't touch his tail hair.
Dan Yi looked at him, "Men can also be with men, what are you going to find?"
man? The moment Chen Ziqi heard this sentence, what came to mind was Dan Yi's unparalleled face, and she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
"I have seen the palace master." A soft and sweet voice sounded behind him, Chen Ziqi turned around, and saw a woman, wearing a cyan Luo skirt, with a slender figure and a beautiful face, bowing to Dan Yi Yingying.
Dan Yi nodded coldly.
"Qingluo is going to the Heling Tower. At the Spring Banquet, what kind of dance does the Palace Master want to see?" The woman who claimed to be Qingluo, with two maids behind her, seemed to know Dan Yi very well. Refused to go, stopped in place to chat for a few words.
"If you don't know how to do Heling's business, then ask the Qing clan to replace him." Dan Yi's face was cold, and his deep eyes were terrifying.
"My subordinate is abrupt, and the palace master forgives me." Qingluo was startled, and immediately knelt down to apologize.
Dan Yi stopped looking at her and left with Chen Ziqi.
"Oh, my concubine is ruthless, it's a pity." Chen Ziqi said with a smile.
Dan Yi glanced at him sideways.
"I'm asking you about such a boring thing, I just want to say a few words to you. Look at you, you don't understand the style." Chen Zi sighed, grabbing Dan Yi's shoulder and letting him drag her away.
However, Dan Yi's incomprehensible amorous feelings made him secretly happy.
The Qing clan is a clan with the blood of the divine bird Qingluan, but it is not a pure Qingluan. For a long time, doing nothing, Dan Yi recently gave them a Heling position and asked them to nominate someone to go in and do things, so that they could shut up.
Chen Ziqi was stunned when he heard it: "Qingluan bloodline, isn't that a good match for you?"
Dan Yi pursed her lips and said nothing.
"However, if you want to say that, I'm still in the blood of the dragon, and I'm more worthy of you!" Chen Ziqi smiled and exhaled at Dan Yi's ear, watching that ear gradually turning red, before Dan Yi beat him Before, run away.
The weather is getting warmer, and the spring courtship season is coming to an end. The female bird has not found the male bird she likes, but the male bird already has a sweetheart.
After living in Guiyun Palace for a while, there was news about what had previously made Wubucha check. However, Dan Yi brought this news to him personally. At that time, Chen Ziqi was concentrating on practicing.
The two masked beauties in the palace, Yu Linglong and Yu Furong, were originally disciples of the Su Xin Sect!
Chen Ziqi was very surprised, no wonder the name started with jade. The third-generation disciples of Su Xinzong are all called Yu. After receiving the work, he took the note in Dan Yi's hand and looked at it.
The two sisters, originally raised by the Su Xin Sect, were intended to be sent to the palace as concubines. As a result, Emperor Tiande didn't know what to think, so he handed over the person to the King of Anhui, and the King of Anhui sent it to Jianyang.
"This is a hot potato." Chen Ziqi touched his chin.
The King of Anhui would definitely not want it. This is a disciple of Qi Zong, and it was sent by Emperor Tiande. It is simply a nail that is shining brightly. Maybe one day he will be stabbed to death by a hairpin on the bed. And his "loyal and ambitious" younger brother became a good candidate to take over.
"Then why didn't he give it to Black Egg?" Chen Zi frowned, Lucheng was closer to Su Xinzong, and sent it to Chen Zimo, so that Master Wuyin could see it too much, and he could respond to them, maybe he could pick them up. Qisu Xinzong was dissatisfied with Emperor Tiande.
"You second brother, you have great ambitions." Dan Yi said meaningfully.
Knowing that these two women belonged to Su Xinzong, Chen Ziqi couldn't sit still. The direct disciples of Su Xinzong know martial arts, so it is very dangerous for Chang E to be alone with them. If Chang E scolded the two of them in a hurry, they could hurt the little fairy with any casual shot.
"If you're worried, send them here and plant bamboo with those in the back mountain." Dan Yi spoke without a trace.
"This is good!" Chen Ziqi nodded, it was not too late, he had to go back quickly. It just so happened that the first batch of chicks was almost grown, and he was going back to talk about hosting the chicken sales.
Just after returning to the palace, the steward of the chicken farm sent a letter, saying that he did not know who sent it.
Chen Ziqi took the letter and opened the lacquer seal.
There was a crisp sound of "ding dong", and something slipped out of the envelope and fell on the floor of the bluestone slab. Chen Ziqi bent down and picked it up, his face suddenly changed.
It was a thin blade made of fine steel, with no hilt and only a fitting groove.
"My lord, what is this?" the chicken farm steward asked curiously.
"Blood Blade..." Chen Ziqi frowned.
Send the blade the day before, destroy the whole family the next day. This is the blood blade pavilion, the rules before killing people.
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Director: Ke Ke, Master Shi, it's wrong, it's a murderer, infertile, infertile, silent: Ke, I have been the head of the family for so many years, and I have always wanted to kill, just because of the emotional background: [The autumn wind is bleak, I want to kill The teacher's face was confused, and his career as a leader was bleak] Silent: Since I went to the Blood Blade Pavilion, I killed them all at once. My position in the martial arts has changed (￣︶￣)↗Passers-by: This martial arts, I can't stay QAQ------------------------------------------------ ------------
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